An eternal snake glistens its red scales, as it
slowly twists and swirls down the narrow mountain road.
I used to hate being stuck in heavy traffic
Why does that not bother me anymore?
I used to depend on movement to create the illusion
that I was getting somewhere in life
The truth is, I am the most productive when I am asleep

Going 70 now, and I feel like I'm passing by my life.
What a fool I was, thinking the opposite was true.
One who thinks life's passing them by
is actually passing up the opportunity of life!

I'm so tired of not being myself

I sit down with a cup of tea. The spontaneous lightning and thunder
fluorescently illuminate the room, strobing and beating out its own rhythm,
Mark the first rain of the season.
Million of water-made melons explode on the sidewalk
This bomb raid forces the patrons of San Antonio Caltrain to flee towards shelter
I stay where I am. Talking to myself out loud. Just me and the rain
Shriveled up, shaking. (by god, that cannon boom built itself up out of nowhere,
no lightning now, all's silent) Back at the bus stop (the rain
starts up again) I had failed to convince the rain of anything.
It goes on. It went on. 
Gone now, I still taste the moist dust clouds over sidewalks.

Such life and such beauty held the water.
But the dry grime-covered sidewalks are back now.
All repulses me, none more then self.